(Verse 1)

Music's man made; guess I'm my own religion

Theology is lame, I'm here for some revision

So what I'm from the 'burbs? It don't impede my vision

Make my money cuz I'm dollar ill, ring a physician

Ya'll ignoring me, soon to be my parasites

If I have haters, it just means I have a style to bite

I'll pound you in the paint, basketball or hip-hop

Ya'll some mice, I go hickory dickory dock

Rock around the clock, man at work, hard hat

Cock a couplet, fire a rhyme, holdster hard, brrat

I flow like 90's gold, that ain't nothin' new

(I can do anything better than you)

Cash rules everything around me, old mint;

But I'mma rap and knock you on the mat and outta print

With the right hook, and some rhyme glue

I can do anything better than you

(Verse 2)

What's this talk about my rapping skills being flat?

People gimme sketchy looks, yo, what's with that?

Last time I checked, cookin' every beat

I've been the best ever since I was on the training seat

Okay, my competition's in the burg, hooray

They getting faded every Friday night so who they?

Ya'll gotta wish for talent; rent a damn genie

Stuntin' like you tryna be Houdini

Whatchu mean you goin' hard? Sick with it?

Dorothy to my West Witch; straight wicked

I'm the one percent of quality, 'bout to picket

Light cha'll up; matches to some wicker

So you're envious? Huh, what a damn surprise

My phonics metronomic, woah, look at time fly

Two minutes in, eighteen years of swag right here

Ya'll lookin' for the greatest rapper, I just check a mirror

(Verse 3)

Sorry for the language; this shit's pretty graphic

But I'm loomin' over lames, ya'll need me to graph it?

He with stone age flow, please, let's get Jurassic

Dudes basic these days, I pack verbal acid

Spit my train of thoughts at a whole school of fish

Ya'll called that genie yet? Ha, better make a wish

Ballin' too hard; swish swish

I serve you on the platter like you're just my side dish

Let's count the numbers, I'm up ten to nothing

Fools try to figure that they comin' back, ya'll just bluffin'?

Please be a good sport, shake hands and wish you well

Too bad envy is a sin; ya'll goin' to Hell

Did I tell you I annihilate the status quo?

Rhyme hard, random girls liking my status, bro

Ask me where I'm goin'... I don't know

But a tortoise pace can win the race, cuz ya'll a hare slow